"By-the-by, Madelon," Graham said presently, "tell me if you
have any relations living in Paris, or any friends that you go
and visit sometimes?"
"No," says Madelon wondering, "I have no relations--only papa."
"No uncles, or aunts, or cousins?"
"No," said Madelon again, "only Uncle Charles, who died, you
know."
"Ah, yes--that was an English uncle; but your papa, has he no
brothers or sisters in Paris, or anywhere else?"
"I never heard of any," said Madelon, to whom this idea of
possible relations seemed quite a new one. "I never go to
visit anyone."
"Then you have no friends living in Paris--no little
companions, no ladies who come to see you?"
"No," answers Madelon, shaking her head, "we don't know anyone
in Paris, except some gentlemen who come to play with papa--
like Monsieur Legros, you know--only some are nicer than he is;
but I don't know the names of them all. At Wiesbaden I knew a
Russian princess, who used to ask me to go and see her at the
hotel--oh, yes, and a German Countess, and a great many people
that we met at the tables and at the balls, but I daresay I
shall never see them again; we meet so many people, you know.
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